It is almost that time of year again, the time when leaves begin to fall. They crawl across fields and yards, blow by the chilling wind. Pumpkin vines are coiling beneath the fence posts, like a cloth made of slowly creeping vines. These are the signs of the coming winter. Nearby is briar full of branches, branches that grow dry and brittle as the days creep by. Soon the morning frosts will appear, creating a glistening shine where dew once was seen; all to only melt away with the rising of the morning sun.
It is almost that time of year again,
the time when leaves begin to fall.
They crawl across fields and yards,
blow by the chilling wind.
Pumpkin vines are coiling beneath the fence posts,
like a cloth made of slowly creeping vines.
These are the signs of the coming winter.
Nearby is briar full of branches,
branches that grow dry and brittle as the days creep by.
Soon the morning frosts will appear,
creating a glistening shine where dew once was seen;
all to only melt away with the rising of the morning sun.